the morning mist
a night of steady rainfall
covers my tired sleepless face
he tells me i look beautiful
two hungry fuzzy gooselings
early breakfast on the asphalt path
i divert from my straight line
walk around the puddle
an attempt to please
the Canadian parents
hes sleeping meters away
the perfect blend of the past
late nights, caffiene, and exams
the only time we have left with each other
the walk brings back hidden energy
sleep will be delayed
repeatition seems to be the theme of the night
delirious and emotional
i wish i was not so stuburn
he ll be gone for a year
and we ll have moved on by then
that just how things work
goose mate for life
a friend once told me
i created enough distance
safe distance from me and the gooselings
but i miscalculated what safe means
i thought like man
now angry parents approach
as i increase my pace
a warm bed and soft tunes
holding on to the moments with him
the kindness in his voice
i wish i could keep him
hopefully sleep will come soon